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Dre rock the jewelry with the clear stones |
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And get on a ******* head like some earphones |
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I finna spit it, with a clear tone |
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Get yo attention, the biggest thang since the |
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T.V. invention |
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**** as yola, |
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I'm a big shot, a show off |
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Plus I'm a big pimp, |
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I get tow off |
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******* a good job, she need a good jaw |
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And sell B |
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J's until her mouth get raw |
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I'm from the |
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California coast, beaches and riches |
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Hit the cot, get ghost, no more sleepin' with ******* |
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I got a coughnut, sittin' on wires |
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On Vogues *******, not |
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Michellin tires |
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Can't control my desires, |
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I buy from |
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Nordstroms not |
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Fred Myers |
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Do a lot of ******, love my supplier |
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She keep it, ******* the blood out my supplier |
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Man I'm bigger than life, |
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I do it Magnum |
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And bout these broke *******, |
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I'm through with havin' em' |
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Dre bogard, he shove and he push |
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And start war for nothin' |
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G.W. Bush |
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We be lovin' the cush, but only in the backwood |
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It ain't a backwood, it ain't all that good |
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I'm from the streets, where most need heat |
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But I slice a ******* up like some roast beef meat [Chorus:] |
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I can bust you a rap, but anything else, not my job |
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I peel ya cap back, but anything else, not my job |
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I get ya for racks, but anything else, not my job |
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I make you a slap, but anything else, not my job [Verse 2] |
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******* gone ask me to come with her to grocery shop |
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I told her straight up like this, "no siree bob! " |
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That's not my job, |
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I don't do that |
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I'm a pimp slash rapper, |
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I thought you knew that |
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And where yo dude, should |
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I serve em' the news |
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And let him know you finna be walkin' in some brand new shoes |
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Ooh, you a fool, gotta watch thy self |
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One false move, and you could stop thy self |
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Sometimes |
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I'm not myself, |
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I'm another man |
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I'm a rockstar, in another band |
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Plus I'm the man with plan in his hands |
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Soon we'll all be playing in sand |
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Cause to my estimations, and these calculations |
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And all the money |
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I made off the |
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Rompalation |
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I finna get as many didgets that's on my license plate |
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I *******t on some of these midgets ******* |
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I can't wait [Chorus] [Verse 3] |
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When I dip, they trip off what |
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Furl dressed in |
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Plus I got a mouth full girl's best friends |
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I'm a back to the future new game kind of ******* |
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Y'all lames is plain, drinkin' the same kind of liquor |
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Wearin' the same kind of clothes, ******' the same kind of clothes |
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And you bedrock pimpin', meanin' yo games kind of old |
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You don't want it with me, |
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I'll bother ya |
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So get lost pal, before |
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I clobber ya |
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I got golden gloves, |
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I give ya a new look |
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With stiff left and a sharp right hook |
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*******z know snitches, they ride and they go with them |
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It's all gravy, as long as they don't tell on them |
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Me and my team, see we a machine |
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******* with my mans, and |
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I'm a have to intervene |
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I'm a sporco, and a sauncho |
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Always lookin' out for |
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Benny Blanco |
